[ Something about the straightforward response draws a slight smile from him. He prefers that in a person, in anyone he might be forced to interact with in any sort of capacity that goes beyond a handful of minutes, and maybe that will continue if he chooses his words a little more carefully. Then again, he's not overly trusting of other vampires for certain reasons; still, he has to remind himself that he is no longer in the Dusk. What good would it do to assume that someone similar is exactly like him? That's just asking for trouble. ]

I don't know. You don't look like a loser. Or do you just like playing the odds? [ If they were in a red bar, maybe he would have ordered Armand a drink. But they're not. This is a human club, and conscious of them around him, he keeps his gaze trained on the other for a second before glancing to the side in the direction of another couple laughing and groping at each other as though they're in private. He sighs. ] Maybe we should discuss this somewhere else.